Idle Thoughts
Idle Thoughts
When I write of a rose should
I add the adjective beautiful
I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning
But we can argue about whether we like red or white ones.
When I kissed her tender lips was
It since she had kissed a lot before?
I held around her waist tenderly- a new adjective- and she gazed
At me likewise well I`m not a Russian given to bear hugs.
Her vulva was like a fairy- tale
I ask you, not a moist ulcer then.
Fairy tales is about sex starved princess`s with long hair in a tower
A prisoner of her father`s idea of chastity and no knitting needle
The curvature of her lower back
Struts out like ski-jump in the Alps
Petals falls of roses one by one and blinded by irrational by love
We see again after an operation cataract and daylight seeps in.
The road surface too potholed
No one asphalts my road anymore.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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